HK fog

We were standing on the balcony last night looking at the beautiful and surreal shapes of the fog. Layers of thick dusky streaks hanging at perhaps floor 20 level, way below us. We could see below and we could see above, but there were about three floors-worth hidden from sight by this smoky stripe.

We spontaneously jumped into a taxi and got a Star Ferry around 10pm last night, so we could go to the other side and take photos of Hong Kong, wearing its grimy yet somehow seductive attire.

I took some photos and if I can work out how to get them off my SLR, I'll post some. It was just breathtakingly beautiful - almost like someone had painted a cityscape of Hong Kong and then wiped a dark grey smoky stick of candy floss, in a sweeping movement, at harbour level, over the top of some buildings and then down the other side.

Then the fog started to roll towards us and within minutes most of the view was obliterated from sight and wisps of badness had started to climb up the buildings on our side too. I am not entirely sure it tasted so good and my skin felt dirty by the time we arrived home. Still, nothing like climbing into bed with thoroughly filthy feet. :-)